[Fuck. That was not the intended consequences. Eliot was not here to remind Quentin of what he'd done in his past, but to think about the joy of his future and intended life of magic. That's the joy of all life as this future High King of Fillory currently wanted to see it. Pushing past the committed comment, Eliot couldn't help but notice the tiny arch of Q's back, and the neat way he parted his thighs to Eliot's touch.

The farmer from Indiana licked his lips with a nervous twitch of his own that might have been caught had he not followed it with a drink from his never-ending flask.]

Okay, so I kid. I'd never harm a hair on your head.

[Well, there were other thoughts about that, and about pulling that hair back and.... Focus on the jello, Eliot! Jesus. No the shots were not made by Todd. Please, the boy was an unknown currently and like Eliot would allow anyone near his treasured trove of precious spirits and potions. The man might play at being a dumbass at times, but there was quite a brain hidden beneath all the booze and drugs.

All thoughts on any other subject matter where stricken from his mind though when he saw Quentin life a jello shot.]

Oh fuck no. You promised. [At this Eliot stood and undid the buttons on his shirt and the top few on his pants, pealing them back barely enough so that one could pull them open further to expose whatever anatomy they wished. ] Unless you plan on taking that part of this back now? I mean, I could go first if you're intimidated.